A nailless cypress coffin was excavated at a construction site in southern Henan. There was a copper coin in the middle of the lid with the inscription "Guozuo Yongchang" engraved on it.
The contractor Zhao Yongli only took one look at it and ordered the soil to be backfilled on the spot. From then on, he never dared to wear red clothes again.
After my grandfather died, he left me a copy of "The Examination of Earth's Meridians". On the last page of the book, in small regular script, he wrote -
"Three of the Nine Provinces' dragon veins have been severed, and three of the four locks on the gate of Guixu have been removed."
"The day the door opens, all the energy will be released, and the fate of the country will come to an end."
I originally thought this was the feudal superstition of the older generation.
Until half of July, the sound of breathing came from the ancient well beside the Huaihe River that had been dry for forty years in the middle of the night.
Until nine places across the country experienced strange phenomena at the same time: well water turned red, clay sculptures sweated, and radios automatically played operas from unmanned stations.
Until I received that text message: "The door is about to open, you have seven days."
What is not written in history books, and what local chronicles dare not record, are all hidden in the five thousand years of loess beneath our feet.
Others guard their homes and courtyards, but our lineage guards the last gate of Kyushu.
This time, the dragon's spine cannot be broken again.
Weird stories about the national destiny, Chinese horror.
Hey~ It's just a little bit of wind and frost.